I’m trying to avoid becoming one of those people who ends up on shows like “Hoarders: Buried Alive.” I have quite a lot of “things” and fewer and fewer places to put them. Only unlike those who have the mental disorder that makes them keep used chopsticks for their last take out delivery and have a drawer full of spent light bulbs so far everything I keep has an explanation or logic to it.
I’d love to become something of a Buddhist and divest myself of most of my possessions and keep only those handful of things that I absolutely need but I find that idea isn’t terribly practical for me. I realize I am a prisoner of my possessions but if you need those possessions simply letting them go doesn’t really fix things either.
My problem is “things I own” > “storage space” and I don’t see myself being in a position to upgrade to a larger home any time soon. And I’ve already done the “Do I really need this?” evaluation of things in every room and sold, given or thrown away everything I really didn’t need a few times and I’m still hurt for space.
Guns, magazines, ammo and accessories are an obvious one to start with. I have something close to a reference collection. I have been collecting guns since the 4th grade and could practically reduce my collection to 1/10th of the guns I own and still feel I have my personal security needs covered. And I have toyed with the idea of selling off all of my WWI / WWII guns and related items from time to time. The inherent problem here is each one of them is directly linked to nostalgia from my childhood and a strong association with my father. I no longer have my father and my firearms are one of the few things I have from my early childhood and it would be incredibly painful for me to let go of any of these items. Virtually every single one of them is associated with a wonderful memory of going to gunshows with my Dad and his helping me research and build my collection.
Also taking up lots of space is a beer can collection I began in the mid 70s. Like my guns this is also related to powerful childhood memories of happier times. They take up a lot of wall space and when I ran out of wall space the rest took up an entire closet. But I can walk in the room look at each one and in nearly every case remember how each can came to be in my possession. And this included my father driving me around Miami from one convenience store to another while I dug in the bottom of the beer cooler looking for examples I didn’t have yet. Going on camping trips near old dumps and digging for cans from the 40s and 50s and finally returning from Europe with enough beer cans to supply a frat house for an entire weekend. He even helped me climb the fence at the Orange Bowl days after a Superbowl game so I could raid the trash cans for examples fans brought from all over the country. My father was a pretty good sport about the whole thing and it would seem insulting to his efforts to throw away the collection given all the quality time he spent with me as a kid working on it.
There is my movie library of approx. 10,000 DVDs and perhaps 500 VHS tapes that I have yet to transfer to DVD. Thankfully DVDs take up much less space than VHS tapes and I no longer have a 2,000 VHS tape movie library so that has been consolidated considerably. It does take up quite a bit of the living room but I collect movies as well as beer cans, guns, coins, vintage martial arts weapons…well you get the idea. Again, this one is tied to my father. Some of my earliest memories are being allowed to stay up late and watch Creature Feature and for those poor souls who were born too late it was a double feature on TV of classic universal horror movies from the 30/40s, UK (mostly Hammer) films from the 50/70s, American International and similar B movies from the 50s and 60s (including some excellent “men from outer space” sci fi) and a handful of Japanese Godzilla / Rodan type movies. These are still some of my favorite films of all time. And when I’m couch bound because I wrecked myself working on the house, am down with some illness, etc. my DVD library keeps me from having to watch the crap on TV while I recuperate.
I also have complete series of every TV show we watched growing up from The Six Million Dollar Man, Wild Wild West, Black Sheep Squadron, Buck Rogers, The Night Stalker, etc. I love these shows to this day because I enjoyed them so much as a kid. Small things like my father pointing out what guns people on shows like Black Sheep Squadron or The Wild, Wild West made them even more enjoyable and often directly contributed to my next firearm acquisition. I even have things like the complete James Bond set which I bought for the express purpose of watching with my father (he loved those movies) on his last trip. Sadly we didn’t watch a single one of them before he went into the hospital and now I’m not sure I can watch any of them but I can’t get rid of them because he loved them so much and we had so much fun watching them when I was a kid.
Then there are the yearbooks, baby books, photo albums and 8mm films that belonged to my father, grandfather and great grandfather. Seems I was the only one who made to effort to secure these items and save them from being thrown away. Several boxes of these things take up lots of space in my home but what choice do I have about it. I could never live with myself if I just let them get tossed after my father took the time to make sure nothing happened to them over the years.
I have made some progress. Things that had a dollar value like my Battlestar Galactica toys from 1978 found their way to ebay. I kept them for years with the intent of giving them to my children, but that never happened and at this point it seems I won’t have any kids as incomprehensible to me as that still is. Probably for the best, given my current financial situation I’d have a hard time providing for my kids and that would be intolerable to me. I still have a bunch of books about dinosaurs my father bought for me when we visited the Smithsonian in the mid 70s and I kept them all these years for the express purpose of giving them to my kids but for some reason I just can’t throw them away.
A big part of me wants to just unload 90% of everything I own, take the money and relocate to another state where things are a little “slower” and try and live a simpler life. But once I got there I’d want to read all my books, watch all my movies, look at all my beer cans, shoot all my guns and hopefully finally have the storage space for all of those family items.
It’s hard being a sentimental materialist with dreams of being a wandering Buddhist.